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[kitdeferramentas]

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[kitdeferramentas]

@pips-plants

[waraningyo]

hands on RCT learning with ieiri-san!⠀웃⠀semi-plotted starter.

the fact that free period after lunch was now to be filled with mandatory 30-minute sessions in which students honed ( or tried to, anyways ) their affinity for  reverse curse technique was a total stiff on her free-scrolling social media, or training with itadori and fushiguro, or punching in a customized latte order on her phone and having ichiji-san go pick it up from the nearest coffee shop  ...  or, or — —  put simply, it inconveniences nobara.  it intrudes on her carefully carved-out sliver of 'me time' during her school day. it makes a bit of a mess of everything she knew as routine.  it has her annoyed, and can anyone really blame her? she'd  like to think she had been getting adjusted to her scheduling before this slight change!

instead of  making a beeline for the cafeteria as she'd have done a week ago, her feet steer her towards the infirmary wing of tōkyō jujutsu tech. instead of  making a beeline for the cafeteria as she'd have done a week ago, she's regulating the flow of her cursed energy as she walks the halls because anything other than that just wasn't optimal when it came to this.

— —  not this,  so she's mentally checking off of what all she could scrape from memory from gojō-sensei's slight lecturing on it:

1) it's incredibly complex in its application and 2) just because you were born being able to see curses  didn't mean you'd be able to use reverse cursed technique, and just because you were born being able to both see curses and use jujutsu didn't mean you'd have what it takes to use reverse cursed technique. 

it stands to be one of those theoretical concepts whose practical usage sounds  way too complicated when put to paper,  way too complex in being practical versus theoretical. so much that it should perhaps stand more in being seen as a theoretical concept over a practical usage  —  jujutsu itself is not just a theoretical concept. 

reverse cursed technique, when properly applied, is a practical usage. it's a theoretical concept, yes, but a practical skill with practical uses  —  healing being a foremost usage. 

though, only a handful of sorcerers could say they understood the theoreticality of reverse cursed technique enough to apply it practically. 

ieiri shōko was one such person.

in any case, nobara digs deep into her patience and stamps down her annoyance. it was no good an emotion to have when it came to the regulation of her cursed energy. it made her feel clumsy, sloppy, ill-equipped. kugisaki nobara  was not ill-quipped. she liked to think that she was very equipped, in fact. she could do this.

by the time she stops in front of the fusuma that leads into the makeshift classroom ieiri-san would be instructing in, both attitude and cursed energy are tempered to manageable levels.  she could do this.

slightly creased skirt is smoothed and she slides open the fusuma, stepping into the room,  a keen eye taking note of the lone cursed corpse laid out on the long table in the middle of the room meant to serve as her subject of practical test. of course, itadori and fushiguro were nowhere to be found.

she was the only student in ieiri-san's makeshift classroom, not necessarily something to be surprised about. sorcerers weren't in abundance, after all. in any case, fushiguro was on an assignment and itadori was busy training. they were rotating participation in this class and that meant that today was her day, and because it was her day:

it meant that nobara was the only one left in ieiri-san's capable hands for 30 minutes.

[rpdepartment]

simple yet specific relationships & reverse starters meme!

send one of the followings emojis or prompts if you have ideas for relationships & plots when it comes to our muses, but you don't know how to start! in return, i'll go through either yours or my prompts and try to send you something to work with your wishes! feel free to send more of them at the same time too!!

note: with "my muse", we mean the sender's

NEUTRAL

🙂 a simple first meeting should work

🤭 my muse wants to know yours better

🤗 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /pos

🤔 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them and has no strong feelings about them. yet.

😄 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse is friends with

😕 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse dislikes

😍 my muse is related or friend of someone your muse loves

PLATONIC & FAMILIAL

🐶 they could be friends!!!!

🐺 they were friends in the past, but lost contact with eachother

�� they're family!!!

🐔 my muse is a distant relative of yours

🐴 my muse is a fan of yours

🦝 my muse is an old friend who yours didn't see in a while

🐭 our muses are online friends

ROMANTIC & SEXUAL

❤️ my muse wants to kiss yours (in a romantic way)

💙 my muse has a one sided crush on yours

💚 our muses are exes

🧡 my muse used to have a crush on yours some time ago

💛 my muse wants to kiss yours (mostly in a sexy kind of way)

💜 our muses had a one night stand

🖤 our muses are fuckbuddies

ANTAGONISTIC & NEGATIVE

🥄 my muse doesn't know yours, but heard of them /neg

🔨 they should beat eachother up

💣 my muse hates yours

🗡️ our muses hate eachother

🔪 my muse is scared of yours

⛏️ they were friends in the past, but they had a serious fight

🪓 my muse wants to kill yours

WORK & SCHOOL

📅 they're forced to cooperate

📋 my muse wants yours to work for them

📚 our muses know eachother from school

📊 our muses know eachother from work

📌 my muse works for yours

📭 your muse works for mine

📖 my muse is or was your muse's teacher

OTHER ODDLY SPECIFIC SCENARIOS

🍉 they should work together to beat someone else up

🍋 our muses are in a fake relationship

🍏 my muse needs yours to pretend to be their partner

🍒 my muse is famous, and i'd love to see yours reaction to see them

🍓 my muse is a troublemaker and yours find them after a fight

🍇 my muse is sad for any reason and crosses paths with yours

🍊 my muse catches yours doing something illegal

[changenameno]

Ready, set…oh? PART 1

(Complete, link to the second part down below ⬇️ )

Summary:

He felt incredibly on edge because your eyes didn’t leave his figure once, watching so very closely. But August wasn’t above taking action, even in public, even if you were a pretty little thing… 

Pairing: August Walker & Fem. Reader

Warnings: None, just something short, a bit angsty but mostly fluff

Word count: 1K

A/N: All reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated (but please be kind)! Enjoy! PS: Any mistakes are my own…❤️✨

!Fallout: Mission Impossible and Agent August Walker are not my own creation!

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The moment he entered the small café, he felt eyes on him. A small bell above his head had chimed, as he’d opened the door, making his presence known. Still he couldn’t shake the feeling, that your fixed stare had found him even before he’d stepped through the threshold.

His striking blue eyes quickly surveyed the room. It was near empty. Only two customers were sitting at the small round tables and one bored looking cashier stood behind the counter.

To his left, at the window, sat an elderly gentleman reading his paper. And then there was you.

The clock at the wall, read ten minutes to seven, so no wonder business was still slow.

August stepped to the counter, clearing his throat, as the cashier had yet to look up, from the magazine he’d been hiding behind.

His deep voice rumbled: ”One Americano.”

When the guy finally put the magazine away, he flinched as he noticed the large, domineering man before him. Swallowing thickly at the harsh glare, pinning him in place. He stumbled over his words: “Erm, yeah of course, sir. F-for here or to go?”

“Here.” His face fell slightly at his response, clearly having hoped he’d leave with the coffee. “Al-alright, you can erm..sit. Your order will be right out.”

What irked August even more than the stuttering idiot in front of him, was the attentive gaze that hadn’t left him since he’d set foot in the coffee shop.

He slowly turned his head to the left, where you sat next to the counter, a cookie and beverage sitting on your table, untouched.

Telling him, you couldn’t have been here for more than a few minutes.

August scanned your face. For a split second, your eyes met, then you hurriedly looked back down, clearly having been caught, ogling him. You were rather young to be an agent. Especially for being put on his case, he mused.

He didn’t know if he should be insulted that someone like you, was sent to catch him or impressed that you’d found him so quickly. His dark brows furrowed in thought, while he made his way over to a free table close to the door.

The longer August studied you, the more he became enamoured by your looks, you were exactly his kind of pretty.

Apparently too scared to look up again, you kept nibbling at your chocolate chip cookie and taking small sips from your cup.

At last the cashier came and brought his Americano. Moving away as quickly as he came, as if August’s mere presence could hurt him somehow. When he took a sip, he noticed you had pulled out a notebook. Intrigued he kept watching you, while you scribbled something down. What were you doing? Were you communicating with someone? Calling in backup?

As easy as you were on the eyes, he couldn’t let you arrest him just because of that. He needed an action plan and fast, because your cookie was gone already and your hot beverage couldn’t be far off.

August didn’t enjoy making a scene but if he had to, he would. Putting down his own cup, he let his hand slide off the table, down to his sturdy thigh. His left had picked up the beverage anew, as to not rouse suspicion. Gently holding onto his hidden gun with his right. He was ready. Seemingly so were you.

Next, you did something that took him by surprise. You ripped a tiny piece of paper out of the notebook, then continued putting the small book away and into your bag, standing up. You smoothed down your deep red skirt, making your way to the counter to pay for what you’d consumed.

August didn’t let any movement of yours go unnoticed. He knew, putting away your purse, presented you with the perfect opportunity to pull out your own gun and fire away.

Your face turned to look at him, the tiniest and most precious of smiles painting your lips. Which confused him further, you had yet to draw your weapon. And what was with that slip of paper? You clutched it so tightly in your hand, he was sure whatever secret message it held, was illegible by now.

But he was ready to pounce any moment, all his muscles taunt, as you glided over to his table. August’s blue eyes were gleaming over the top of his cup at your perfectly innocent face, betraying absolutely nothing of your intentions. Steadily setting his coffee back down. He hoped, he didn’t have to go through with his action plan, it’d be a pity to shoot such a fine specimen of a woman.

Surprisingly before he could even think about making a move, you stopped in your tracks as if suddenly unsure of what to do.

He raised one of his thick eyebrows in question, because instead of making your own move as he expected, your hand shot out. Letting go of that piece of paper which promptly fell onto the table. Then you turned on your heels and rushed out of the café without looking back.

August was stumped. If you were an agent why the piece of paper? Why not just go and turn him in? Or arrest him yourself?

As if the little scrap of paper could somehow burn him, he carefully slid it across the tabletop with his index finger. He glanced around the still relatively empty café, to ensure no one was watching and only then he unfolded it. Now gawking at it, in utter disbelief.

Lying in front of him was the formerly, folded massage, but it did not contain any secret information. No. Your name, along with what he assumed was your phone number, had been written on it. Even going as far as having drawn a little heart at the end. August blankly stared at the scribble. Realisation hitting him all at once.

Oh.

Oh?

PART 2

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Taglist:

If you're interested in being on my taglist, please let me know! And if you want to be taken off (my taglist), feel free to tell me!❤️✨

[kitdeferramentas]

@fantasfly

JENNIFER’S BODY (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama

[goddamnmuses]

Long Ass Starter Call Thing

Soo here are a bunch of icons. Send an icon and get a starter! (It’ll probably be a one liner).  Feel free to do this even if we’ve not interracted or if we already have 10000 things on the go, just go for it. If you want something specific then feel free to specify or if you see this you also have permission to just throw a starter at me.

Harry Potter Muses: 🐍 = Salazar Slytherin Marvel Muses: 🦝 = Rocket Raccoon 🕸 = Peter Parker 🕷️ = Older Peter 🌯 = Wade Wilson 🏃‍♂️ = Pietro Maximoff 🖕🏾 = Aaron Davis 💰 = Harry Osborn 🔨 = Thor Odinson 👊 = Marcus Milton DC Muses & Lucifer because.. I guess?: 😈 = Lucifer Morningstar 🦇 = Bruce Wayne 🦸 = Clark Kent 🪲 = Jaime Reyes 🪁 = Charles Brown iZombie Muse: 👨‍⚕️ = Ravi Chakrabarti Archer Muse: 🥍  = Sterling Archer Misfits Muse: 🥴 = Nathan Young God of War Muse: 🪓 = Kratos Star Wars Muses: 🤺 = Darro Orniel Dragon OC: 🐲 = Draco The Boys Muse: 🔪 = Billy Butcher Invincible Muse: 🩸  = Mark Grayson The Witcher Muse: ⚔️ = Roufast of Alba Sonic The Hedgehog Muse: 🦔 = Shadow The Hedgehog Dragon Age Muse: 🛡️ = Aedan Cousland OTHER: 🎰 = One of my 'potential muses' (Will be random if not specified) 🎲 = A random muse.

[fantrollology]

psionics and psychics ask meme!

an ask meme for opening the box on psionics, psychics, and otherwise super-abled characters in the community. send a symbol & specify a muse! :)

✍️ how would you describe what your abilities are?

✨ when did you first discover your abilities? how?

☀️ what do you use your abilities for most of the time?

🧘 do you spend much time practicing your abilities?

🧪 do you experiment with or push the limits of your abilities much?

💢 do your abilities have downsides? how do you deal with them?

⛰️ what are some limits of your abilities?

🗑️ if you had the choice, would you get rid of your abilities?

♻️ is there anyone youd trade abilities with, downsides and all?

🧠 what does it feel like to use your abilities?

⭐ whats your favorite thing about your abilities?

🔨 when was a time your abilities came in handy?

📏 when was a time your abilities got you in trouble?

🩺 have you ever been to a doctor about your abilities?

🤖 have you ever considered mods to enhance your abilities?

👨‍💼 do you use your abilities in your occupation?

🧑‍🤝‍🧑 have you ever met someone else with your same abilities?

[kitdeferramentas]

˗ˋˏ 🔨 ˎˊ˗ Six feet tall and super strong.

[kitdeferramentas]

@dylanhaites & @archibvlds

kate’s thirty, flirty and thriving results

top 30 television families

2.) anthony & benedict & colin bridgerton (bridgerton)

[girlvinland]

The muse for February’s RSDC was Silver Knight Ledo 🔨

Left: @omelevateart

Center: @redsixwing

Right: @vaeri-art

Thank you for participating this month! And ty @omelevate for taking time to make the collage this time!!

Let’s look forward to next month!

[misshcrror]

❪ ⠀ ⠀ STARTER CALL !!! ⠀ ⠀ ❫.

para um starter com yasemin escolha um emoji com a situação:

🔨: yasemin e MUSE estão procurando por locais estratégicos e para montar as armadilhas ao redor da ilha. (2/2, bora de dracmas?)

🌱: a ruiva estava passando pelos jardins quando MUSE decidiu tirar uma das flores e ser atacado por uma planta carnivora, sobrando para yasemin a salvar muse.

🎮: pronte para embarcar numa aventura com uma garota que não aceita perder? pois yasemin convidou MUSE para o fliperama e só sai de lá depois que bater todos os recordes.

🛥️: yasemin quer mesmo descobrir se o colete leva alguém de volta a praia durante o passeio de barco e quem sabe tentar empurrar MUSE dali, ou quem sabe o contrário?

🚗: yasemin nunca dirigiu na vida, mas isso não a impediu de pegar um dos carrinhos de dois lugares e sair por ai... bem, meio desgovernada e quase atropelar MUSE sem querer.

como também estou procurando cnn pra desenvolver o poder dela, se alguém quiser se voluntariar pra ser vitima no meio do paraíso to aceitando <3

[storiesbreathed]

it’s an emoji based starter call , ttrpg / bg 3 / cr / d20 edition! : react with one or multiple to let me know who you want a starter from, specify your muses if you are a multi! ( note : can and will adapt any and all characters into a bg3 & cr setting so if you have one you want, let me know )

also note : all of these will be put in a queue when i write them and will slowly be dropped onto the dash!

if you cannot send an emoji just toss out who you want :)

📖~ allura vysoren  

🎶~ ariverane laraethahl ( bio [ bg3 verse tbt but is same as gen ] ) : drow. college of lore bard. runaway noble / haunted one.

🪄~ astrid becke

👊~ beauregard lionett

🦋~ binx choppley

🧚‍♂️~ joy brecklyn galliot (full bio tbt temp HERE ) : “fetch” ( fey replacement for stolen child ). fighter warlock. haunted one.

💰~ cyriel ( bio tbt ) : high elf. thief rouge. from the book kith & kin

🧙‍♀️~ delilah briarwood

🌸~ fearne calloway 

🌊~ fjord stone

✨~ gwendolyn zahra melanie von musel de rolo ( bio tbt ) : child of percival and vex’ahlia de rolo- tiefling sorcerer

⛈️~ imogen temult

🎸~ kaylie shorthalt

🧵~ laudna 

🟣~ laerryn coramar-seelie

🔨~ leona pike de rolo ( bio tbt ) : child of percival and vex’ahlia de rolo. rouge artificer fighter gunslinger. noble.

🌕~ lyriel ( bio ) bg3 verse tbt  : drow. champion of the moonweaver. bard / trickster cleric. noble.

🕸️~ opal 

☀️~ pike trickfoot 

⚡️~ tanila sommers ( bio bg3 verse tbt - similar to bio ) : fallen assimar. wild magic sorcerer. haunted one. daughter of kord?

🗡️~ vax’ildan vessar

🏹~ veth brenotto / nott the brave

⚔️~ wyll ravengard

[kitdeferramentas]

@pips-plants

Same Phoebe, same.

FRIENDS 6.01: “The One After Vegas"

[oflostinfound]

BLINDSIDED (about Grimbright!)

GLIMPSES OF THE PAST BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Akram- Akram please please I am begging you-- You have to help me! ❞

The incubus leans heavily on one side of the door frame, yellow eyes locked with the goat-like daemon in front of him. He's panting, dark blood is trickling down from his nose. Hands clasped together, literally begging, as he trembles on his doorstep.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I know it's bad! I know he's looking for me but please- I can't go back. I can't! If you knew what he did- ❞

He reaches forward with a gloved hand, to try to take hold of the other man's, but he pulls away.

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ Bright- ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ I don't have anywhere else to go. I can't go back to where I used to work- that's where he first found me. I can't go to the orphanage I- You're- you're all I have left. You're the only person who's cared, who doesn't look at me like I'm a monster, or an object- Please- ❞

The man's hand meet Grimbright's shoulders, and he freezes suddenly, wincing at the contact, wide yellow eyes staring up at him from under his hood.

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ Yavuz, if this were any other time-- But things are... complicated now. ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Complicated? How can anything be so complicated that you can't- ❞

His eyes drift over the man's shoulder, catching just a glimpse, a flash of green hair as it vanishes quickly around the corner. An all too familiar sash, something only a certain Prince would wear, draped over one of the dining room chairs within his house.

|| 🔨 ||: ❝ I'm sorry. I have a family to think about- ❞

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ A family? ❞

His heart aches, hearing that. Of course. Of course he wasn't part of that. A family. Families were a lie.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Akram please- I- I love you. Please. ❞

Take me in, let me be part of your family. Help me help me help me help me-

|| ��� ||: ❝ ... I'm sorry. ❞

The man pushes Grimbright back gently, retrieving his hands from the incubus's shoulders and casting a solemn glance through the crack in the door... before it shuts completely and locks.

|| 🖤 ||: ❝ No-- No no no NO PLEASE- AKRAM! ❞

He bangs both firsts on the door as he falls to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as his forehead makes contact with the closed door. The only reason he moves is the sound of riders, some of his guards, searching for him.

They were going to tear this outskirt village apart, if they realized he was here at all. Vasilis never liked like loosing what he had marked as his.

So he starts running as fast as his legs could carry him until he could run no further, until he had to duck into a barn and hide among the hay to avoid being discovered by the riders and their beasts.

Curled into a ball, sobbing into his knees. Alone. Unwanted. Cast aside.

Plotting vengeance for this betrayal.

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

((Ah fuck it I’ll make the poll before I go to bed LOL

I left Vincent out bc I’m not confident in my portrayal of him at all LOL I need to refresh on his route more. I stand by making him more obviously Murican though!!! I left out Fox too because he’s my usual muse here lol))